Easter

So...today is my 36th Easter, even though I've just turned thirty-four. There's a math puzzle for you. Any idea how that worked out? I'll tell you, next year is even worse, I'll be up to 37 before turning 35.

If you haven't worked it out yet, I'll give you a clue: I was born on Easter Sunday. And today I overheard Dad telling Vynce that stupid people ask me if my birthday is a different date every year. It's totally true, and I've been asked that by multiple thoughtless people! They must find Thanksgiving births puzzling too.

"Come on, come on. Come on little rabbit, show me where you got it." - The Afghan Whigs, 66